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Post by LYSANDER SCAMANDER on Mar 29, 2012 17:19:46 GMT -5
Almost every quiet person had their personal nick or cranny to go to whenever they wanted to separate from the others in a crowd. And, personally, for Lysander? He always had the owlery, where he could talk to Aeries, his owl. A silly thought, but he always felt this little connection to his companion... Plus, who better to speak to about personal matters than a pet that couldn't talk back, but simply lend an ear to his issues?
He settled in a far corner, just at one of the window sills, which was, thankfully, clear of droppings, and sighed as his black-feathered friend flew to his side, settling on his shoulder. He gave a soft, solemn smile and said, "Hey there, mate..." Aeries pecked gently at a particular scratch on Lysander's cheek, which made his happy look falter a bit as he replied, "It's just from Lore again; one of his pranks... Don't mind me, Aer."
(OOC: Lore is short for Lorcan. Aer is short for Aeries.)
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Post by PEYTON HALIWELL on Mar 29, 2012 17:34:02 GMT -5
Peyton walked in the overly she just wrote to her mother about how her new husband treated I the forest after her mother left her. she walk over to school's owl and started to tied the note to t he leg of the owl when she saw Lysander. "Oh hi Lysander." as she quickly cover her bruised when James grabbed her the day before. She didn't want him to see it and start asking question about it. "What are you doing here?" as she finished tring the note then she scoop up the owl gently and took it the window.
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Post by LYSANDER SCAMANDER on Mar 29, 2012 17:47:39 GMT -5
Lysander had heard shuffling from the floor and assumed that it as just assumed the often-correct; a student, more likely a first-year, coming in to send a happy note to their parents, saying they were enjoying Hogwarts, and he looked down and away, out the window to leave them some privacy. However, when his name was called, he looked over the source of the voice to find that it was one of the Gryffindors he'd see walking down the hall and pass seconds of friendliness to, this one Peyton Halliwell, a fourth-year.
Lysander grinned slightly, saying, "Hello." At the inquiry, however, he looked off her face at an off angle as he responded, "Just... Thinking. And keeping away from crowds. You?"
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Post by PEYTON HALIWELL on Mar 29, 2012 17:55:09 GMT -5
"I am just sending an note home to my mom." She can tell something was bugging Lysander. So she went over to him after the owl took off with the note. "So is something bugging you ?" she kind felt sorry fro him because she seen how his teim brother treated him around school. "Is it Lore again?" was she play with an piece of straw that was on the ground of the owlery.
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Post by LYSANDER SCAMANDER on Mar 31, 2012 4:11:47 GMT -5
Lysander nodded in recognition at the note, but then was nervous as Peyton managed to efficiently take a very well-aimed stab at his main problem. People knew of how Lorcan liked to mess with his younger twin brother, as the other wasn't afraid of doing so openly, and it was a constant blow to Lysander's pride. He gave a bit of a sideways look towards Peyton before sighing, "Yeah... This time, he threw a fanged frisbee at me." He looked down at the ground then and quickly added, "It's just a scratch, I promise. A minor charm will do the trick."
Lysander thought he saw something on Peyton's own features as well as he glanced, and took a peek again, when his brow furrowed. There was what seemed to be a faint red bruise being hidden by her clothe's collar and own hand. Concern crossed his face as he said, gesturing mildly at his own face at where the bruise was located, "What about you? Are you alright there... ?"
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Post by PEYTON HALIWELL on Mar 31, 2012 11:43:22 GMT -5
"Where did the frisbee hit you Lysander?" as sh e tried to wound of the frisbee cause but she could not see anything. "My new stepfather burised me up by hitting and grabbing me hard, but I am okay I guess." As she suddenly felt uncomforabletalking about what Professor Williams did to her last nigth. "So Lysander, What do you like to do for fun?" as she tried to change the subject.
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Post by LYSANDER SCAMANDER on Mar 31, 2012 13:32:53 GMT -5
Lysander looked away again for a second before clicking his tongue, which commanded Aeries to fly off his shoulder. He then turned around so that he fully faced Peyton, showing the other side of his face, where a gash lay over his cheek, wincing just slightly as his jaw made a movement that caused it to stretch and, therefore, expose the wound a bit more. He couldn't see how she could handle a situation like that so... Well. But, at the change of subject, he gulped slightly, knowing fully well that she was meaning to divert from her own problems and, nodding slightly, he shrugged and answered, "Draw. Write. Take photos. Listen to music. Wander around... You?" (OOC: Click here for his outfit. By the way, it seems like your's isn't working...) |
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Post by PEYTON HALIWELL on Mar 31, 2012 19:27:09 GMT -5
Once Peyton saw the wound on Lysander's head, she got up and walked over to water fation that the gamekeeper useto full of water bucket for the owls in hw owlery. the she rip a n piece of her school robe and wet then walk bac to Lysand and started cleaning the wound for him. then she rip another piece of he robe and made an bandage around his head util he went the hospital wing. "Well I love quidditch, reading, helping when they need it."
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Post by LYSANDER SCAMANDER on Apr 2, 2012 21:39:48 GMT -5
Lysander gave a small, very appreciative smile as Peyton temporarily bandaged the wound, even though he did want to protest the kind action. However, he did mutter, "You don't have to. Really..." Upon going back to the topic, he sighed, "Ah, another quidditch player. I suppose the sport's alright, though I'm a bit grace-impaired for it." He chuckled at the comment he made before asking, "What do you like to read?"
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